"What?" I had repeated that sentence about five times, but nothing was coming out of Lucifer's mouth. I was agitated. Lucifer stopped what he was doing, put his hands on his hips, and if it wasn't for his last statement, I would've found him comical.
"I need you to tell me one more time" I said, shaking my head quietly and Lucifer tilted his head slightly. Then he sighed.
"How about I just...tell you what's going on. Or at least what I do know" he mumbled, getting busy with the duffel bag. I stood up
"Get me out of here"
"What?" he asked, dropping the tools one more time
"I need to get out of here, I need to get my sister, she's in danger, and I have to disappear" I made an attempt to walk to the door but Lucifer stepped in front of me
"Emma"
That's all that came out of his mouth, like he was begging me at this point. His eyes were on mine, as if I was the only thing he could see, although we were in a shitty ass room, as small as a kitchen, and we had people looking for us to kill us, he was looking at me like I was the only important thing right now.
That alone made me calm down
"Sit down" he said and I obeyed, my eyes on the floor.
"How is it possible I didn't know I had a twin sister?" I asked breathlessly. Lucifer had his eyes on the bed as if it was the most interesting thing.
"Listen Emma, there's more to that than not knowing why you didn't know about her" he said and I frowned, looking up at him like he had grown another head
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I snapped and Lucifer clenched his jaw
"She was part of our...group, okay? She knew the boss. She was involved in our lifestyle" he said finally and I scoffed
"Are you trying to tell me my twin sister was a gangster?" I asked and Lucifer tilted his head at the word gangster. I mean what else was I supposed to call it?
"And she was killed for it" he added and his eye twitched a bit.
"How..." I found myself asking. Lucifer cleared his throat and pulled me up by the hand. I followed him and he took me to the small bathroom, making me sit on the closed toilet seat.
"You might have an infection" he said, almost to himself and I took a deep breath. He disappeared to get the medical tools, and when he came back he started treating my arm.
"Take this" he mumbled, hanging me two huge white pills I eyed suspiciously
"They're antibiotics, Emma" he said but I still didn't take it. Lucifer sighed
"You think I would try to poison you after I almost got my ass shot for you? What kind of critical thinking is that, Emma?" he asked in a grunt, even wincing, as if it was the craziest idea.
"Point taken" I mumbled, eyeing him, and snatching the pills from his hands. I took em dry, and Lucifer gave me a disapproving look. After taking the gauzes off he started cleaning around it. I still didn't want to look, knowing the sight would give me the creeps. The patting and wiping made me nauseous by it self so I refused to have any contact with it.
I frowned suddenly.
"Why are you bleeding?" I asked in a whisper. Lucifer didn't answer.
"Did you get shot?" I asked more accusatorily and he sighed.
"I am fine, Emma, now stop moving" he said, trying to finish my arm. I used my finger tips to lift the side of his shirt, around the right hip area.
I gasped
"Lucifer, its bad!" I couldn't help but feel extremely disoriented, fearing this fucker had been bleeding for who knows how long.
Lucifer pulled the corner of his shirt out of my hands and gave me a pointed look
"Ill deal with it. Let me finish with you, for crying out loud, woman" he said and I scoffed
"I'm sorry for fucking caring" I snapped and Lucifer sighed, finishing taping the clean gauze.
We stayed in silence for a moment and then he stepped back, his hands crossed over his chest like something was haunting his thoughts. The tension was palpable, as it usually is when we're alone in a room, but this came from something else.
"The only thing I know is that your father used Mel to pay for his debt" he suddenly said and my stomach churned
"Excuse me?" I said, and my legs went numb. I was grateful I was sitting down. Lucifer was frozen in place, like stone, looking like he'd rather be out in a shootout than telling me this now.
"Mel was raised by The Boss. Your father...owed him thousands of dollars in drug money, and when they had you two, your father offered one of his daughters to The Boss as payment" he said
Bile rose
I covered my mouth
"Emma-"
"No. Please don't. I don't wanna talk about this right now" I managed to get out. I tried to control my breathing while I processed what he was telling me.
Suddenly Lucifer pulled me up by my good hand and, surprisingly, I let him. With a thick lump in my throat, my eyes landed on his. His expression was soft, like he was trying to be empathetic, but it didn't go with his usual superior facial expression
"Let's get you in the shower" he mumbled, and I didn't argue. I felt sick to my stomach, ready to throw up the bile from my stomach. I couldn't remember the last time I ate, or took a shower, but all I wanted was for this to be over already.
Lucifer guided me to the bathroom with a hand on my back, and I realized he was trying hard not to limp. I bit my lip.
Getting inside the bathroom, both of us were quiet. When I realized I couldn't move my arm to get the shirt off, I knew what he was gonna have to do.
He pulled a pocket knife out of his back pocket, and gave me a quick glance
"Just do it" I whispered my eyes on the floor. My shame was not important right now. With a quick nod, he cut the thin material carefully, getting the pieces off my body until I was standing in just my bra and jeans. I heard him suck in his breath sharply but quietly. I ignored it.
Then he helped me unbutton the jeans and with a hand on my waist, he kept me upright until I shimmied out of them.
"I'm sorry" he mumbled, and I was at the point when I didn't understand what he was apologizing for. I turned around and stepped inside the small shower at the same time he turned to leave.
"Um...I can't reach my..." I cut myself off. This was too much. I lied, this was embarrassing. He knew what I meant because he turned around and his finger tips touched my back quietly, his skin on mine, and a sharp electricity shot down my spine.
"What's your real name?" I asked in a frenzied moment. I couldn't even process a thought, let alone realize what I was saying, but somehow that's what came out of my mouth.
He ignored me though.
I felt the warmth of his body, and before I could turn my face, his chest touched my back and I couldn't help but let a quiet sigh out. I closed my eyes, feeling my stomach flip and not in a bad way. His warm hands touched my arms slowly, then they started to move up in a sensual way I've never experienced.
Then his lips touched the back of my ear and my body curved against his, molding us in the most important and sensitive places
"Emma..."
One of his arms snaked around and suddenly it was against my naked stomach, a small gasp leaving my lips. I wanted more.
My body wanted more.
So that's what I did.
I turned around, catching him off guard, and with my good hand grabbed his shirt in my fist and pulled him down, his lips crushing mine.
He didn't complain, he actually groaned, and his lips took over mine. I didn't care my body was in pain, or that he was the main reason I was here in the first place, I just couldn't deny the attraction we had for each other, and it seemed he didn't either. So without further notice, he wrapped his arms around my body and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He was too tall, and I was too short, but he seemed to be able to handle me easier than I believed possible. My back touched the bed and his body remained in between my legs, his lips taking me to another world, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. I thought I was going to explode.
His hands traveled south, his fingers touching my ribcage in such a sensual way I didn't think possible as his lips went from my mouth to my neck and I arched my back in pleasure, his lower body molding perfectly with mine. My body was screaming, it was on fire, wanting to tear his clothes off.
I was scared of what I'd do to get this man.
I was too undressed, and he was too dressed, I need it off and soon.
His groans in my ear were wild, a low rumble that sounded so attractive, like he couldn't contain his need to touch me. I couldn't control myself either.
He unglued himself from my body in a swift attempt to take his shirt off his body before pressing his hard stomach against mine, the movement making my body scream in pleasure.
"Emma...I can stop-"
I kissed him again and he responded by kissing me deeper. His hands touched me everywhere, his fingers skimming down my stomach, our bodies responding to every small touch we shared. The adrenaline that overtook my body was stronger than rationality.
My fingers touched wetness and I frowned when I heard Lucifer hiss.
"Lucifer?" my eyes flew open and Lucifer got off me slowly, a wince registered on his face.
"Oh my God" that's all that came out of my mouth. My hands were covered in blood. Lucifer's bood. In a split second I forgot what the fuck had happened, then I remembered he had gotten shot and had been bleeding. I had seen it.
"You are a fucking idiot" I said with wide eyes and Lucifer narrowed his eyes at me.
"It's not that bad, woman. It was just a bullet graze" he mumbled, his hand pressing on the hip area. I looked down at my hands, the blood pooling in between the creases of my skin on my palms
It was not just a bullet graze.
"How about we just...calm down..." he said, reading my mind. I nodded and stood up from the bed, Lucifer copying my actions. I pulled him to the bathroom, taking the thin towel that the room had, and soaked it in hot water.
"I can't believe you'd let it get this far" I mumbled, and Lucifer scoffed.
"I can't resist myself"
He said it like it was the normal thing to do but I eyed him quickly before using the soaked towel to dab the blood off his skin. I winced when I saw the wound. He was right, it wasn't a bullet hole, more like burnt bloody trail. It was deep enough that he could've used some stitches
"I cant stitch you" I said, my eyes going up to his and he sighed
"We don't have the tools anyways. Just cover it up, ill be fine" he mumbled, looking away. I nodded quietly, walking out of the bathroom, the bloody towel in my hand, and motioned for him to sit on the bed. This was comical. He had been fixing me up just ten minutes ago, and here I was, half naked, fixing him up now. If I paid too much attention to the fact that I was in undies...
I was grateful he hadn't had a chance to take my bra off.
I saw his eyes go to my chest
"Eyes away, Casanova" I said, pointing a finger at him. He raised his eyebrows and looked away, but not before I caught the secretive smile he gave me, which he tried to cover with a cough. The nerves from the previous hours were trying to take over my body, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
This was all so fucked up.
I maneuvered the best I could and covered his wound with a gauze, and he was good as new in five minutes. He mumbled some thanks and moved on to fix the bed, I guess trying to get busy.
I wanted to shower...but we were back to square one. I couldn't get my bra off.
I bit my lip, debating if I should say something.
"Help?" he said and I raised my eyebrow
Is this dude mind reader or something?
I didn't respond but he walked towards me, his expression soft, trying to show me he was trying to be careful. I turned around and allowed him to put his hands on me one more time and what had happened minutes earlier hit me like a truck. We almost...
We almost gave in...
Why? How?
His skilled fingers undid the clasp of my bra and the second I felt the material loose, my face flamed and I used my good arm to keep the bra against my body as much as I could.
"Don't worry about me. I...I'll be able to control myself" he whispered against my ear and his breath tickled my ear again. I closed my eyes for a second, biting my lip slightly. I nodded when I realized he was waiting for a response and forced my legs to move. If I stood there any longer I don't know what I would do.
Or what my lady hormones would make me do to this man...
It wasn't till I was about to get in the bathroom that I heard him speak again
"Emma?"
I turned my face, meeting his dark eyes. He had the tiniest of smiles on his lips
"My name is Lucas"
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